Saturday, March 31, 2012

How often do we take stock?
Meaning many things to many people, the term ‘taking inventory’ can mean:

1.Taking
stock of our sins;

2.Reconciling
recollection of our blessings;

3.Reviewing
our lives; and,

4.Taking
stock of our future prospects.

1. Taking Stock Of Our Sins

Hardly a thing to cause us guilt,
though many would fall into such a trap, taking stock of our sins is thanking
our Father through our Lord Jesus Christ—for the grace magnified in him to save
us.

Making an objective inventory is
not intended to cause guilt-impounded grief, but each and every point of recognition
calls us higher to God in a fresh revival of thankfulness. Every remembered sin
reminds us of the grace that saves us from that sin.

2. Reconciling Recollection Of Our
Blessings

Remembering our blessings by
recollecting them gratifies our sense for the truths of goodness operating in
our lives. There are far many more blessings within our lives than there are
curses. Yet, our grossest of misfortunes have, many times, made us!

Reconciling the recollection of
these blessings is a step further on.

It ponders the blessing and
reflects over it, making some acute sense of the wonder in the gift that translates
as these blessings. Perhaps none of us really reconciles the depth of blessing
abounding to us; at least to the extent we could. But, we’re blessed all the
more as we try.

3. Reviewing Our Lives

Just how often the lifespan is
considered in our estimation is a good question. We certainly consider it at a
superficial level, and most abundantly at births, weddings and funerals, but
how often in our daily experience do we further our enquiry into things so
spiritually laden?

Reviewing our lives without
despoiling the causes for consequence that have stunted the growth of each of
us is important. Why do we insist on being held back by things that can’t hurt
us anymore? Why not, instead, learn from them? They were given to us for the
expressed intention of learning.

4. Taking Stock Of Our Future Prospects

For the faithfulness of God to
have carried us thus far without too great a tumult that we remain is no small
mercy. That thought should catapult us into hope for a future of fortuitously
resilient prospect. In short, if we’ve survived (spiritually) so far what’s to
think we won’t continue?

Those who fight the good fight of
faith will know the faithfulness of God. That’s a good future to take stock of.

***

Taking stock within our lives, of
our sins and the grace of God, of our misfortunes and resulting blessings, and
of our future prospects in the faith, is an opportunity at oneness with our
Lord. Taking fresh inventory is about honouring the truth in the unfolding of
one life: our life.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

If we were to partake in an
activity of group therapy, sharing with one another our thoughts, impressions
and experiences, we’d see and learn how broken we are. Indeed, many may already
assume this having previously become aware. Brokenness, of this sense, is about
coming face-to-face with our experienced ineptitude, acknowledging that in most
situations of life we’ve come up short; not because we didn’t care, it was
because we were incapable of an adequate response.

Life is a thing that undoes us,
and so regularly we probably scarcely give it a thought.

Having Empathy With Ourselves

There are many people who don’t
feel comfortable connecting with their brokenness, for the things such a state
will reveal about them that would be better left. The rationale might be, ‘What
I don’t know about can’t hurt me’. But being disconnected from their brokenness
will require them to be perennial escape artists—having to live with
themselves, but apart from their core selves, never truly home to themselves.

It may take some initial courage
to be open to our brokenness within—a thing, again, no matter how well-adjusted
our families-of-origin were, that exists within everyone, though maybe a little
more or less in some than others. But the fact is we can balance the need for
courage by being empathetic with ourselves. We do this by understanding that
none of our caused brokenness is our fault and none of it, as far as we were
concerned, happened because we wanted it or allowed it to happen.

Empathy is easy when our
perceptions come home to the fact that brokenness is a human universal. Indeed,
such a thing merely accentuates the need every human being has for a Saviour.
Everybody needs God.

From Empathy To Connectedness

The essence of the process taking
us from the denial of our brokenness to our unconditional acceptance of it is
an ability to see things as they really are, more and more.

Travelling on this journey is a
wonderfully freeing experience; the more we sojourn the more we realise the
polar complexities of life and our miniscule control over them. Along with that
revelation comes the revelation, also, that our parents and other authority
figures in our lives were just as much victims of these polar complexities as
we have been. Our empathy with ourselves morphs, hopefully, into a more universal
feeling of compassion for all the actors in life.

About this point, as we begin
touching our compassionate selves, having a deeper understanding of ourselves
and others, and our individual and collective brokenness, we begin to see more
truly as God sees.

***

Connecting with our brokenness is a
journey to freedom. It takes us to a better understanding of ourselves, others
in our pasts, and God. When we can touch our brokenness and not flee in fear we
become connected with compassion and all of life blooms.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

When our problems get to number
more than three or four we get a strong inclination to walk out the door; most
of us. And whether it’s physically departing or unconsciously disconnecting
matters little. Too much messiness is difficult to contain.

But the skilled of all people,
despite their messed up minds and lives, manage to somehow contain the
overwhelming impossible. They don’t do this through endurance, but through
honest acceptance. They know life is messed up at times, just as life seems
surreally clean at others.

Holding A Ticking Bomb

It may be politically incorrect to
use the ticking bomb analogy, but each of our lives might resemble something
that might ‘go off’ at an appointed time. The humbling thing is we often cannot
tell when; it ticks and ticks and ticks... then boom!

We may have planned a holiday or
vacation, some lovely time off, but reality bites soon enough; soon we’re back
into the filthy fray, within the heated demands of a life we, at times, just
want to escape from. We recognise this if we’re honest. We have a happy day,
thinking that life has never been more wonderful, and the very next day, WHACK,
and we wonder what’s hit us. Maybe rather than a ticking bomb we’ve walked over
a landmine. Times like these the previous day’s happiness appears overrated,
indeed.

Getting Past Unrealistic Expectations

If only, within the broad expanse
of life, we could satisfy our foolishness to never get ahead of ourselves; to
rein in our expectations that seem to float and waft via our imaginations. But
if we’re not capable of happiness and sadness, or celebration and
disappointment it makes for a pretty boring life—not that we want much (or any)
of the sadness and disappointment.

Containing the messiness within
our lives appreciates the value of reasonable expectations, understanding that a
perfect life, without messes, is unrealistic.

An approach toward those ends
doesn’t get much simpler than a one-day-at-a-time outlook. But this approach becomes
clichéd. Practically we have our contentedness for the moment, but the
emotional status quo is bound to waver, ebb and flow.

Beyond a melancholy resignation we
can accept the good with the not-so-good, but only if we can honestly accept
it. And sometimes we cannot. Sometimes it’s too much. Nobody is perfect.

***

Sometimes life is a downward
spiral, and this can’t always be explained. Messiness beyond our comprehension
overwhelms, but not if we hold the moment in accepting we’re overwhelmed.
There’s nothing wrong with being overwhelmed. Sometimes life’s like that.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

The mind is a powerful resource;
it can mean the making of us or it can break us, all in one moment. Temptations
to panic occur within the mind, having sensed something fearful in the heart,
and without thought for checking, or perhaps with thought, we bow to the panic
or we resist it.

Procrastination

Take procrastination. Sometimes we
give into the mood of indecision. Of the few things we could do none gets
priority. Nothing gets done. Our sense of inner panic climbs, but often in
secret. Maybe we’re used to this emotion and we don’t read it. Perhaps we
pretend it will go away. It won’t.

What is, so far as a problem’s
concerned, remains, if we do nothing to stop it from remaining.

We’re the ones who have arms and
legs, fingers and toes, a capable mind and a heart able to feel. These are
capacities that, when tapped into, give us the simple disciplined ability to
overcome procrastination. That panic is defeated one action at a time.

Uncertainty

Then there is uncertainty. We all
battle with uncertainties, some are common to all and some are unique to just
us. The presence of uncertainty won’t change, but our response to it, to face
it with an accepting calm hopeful courage, can transform our fear. But we need
to make such thinking a habit.

The presence of uncertainty
reinforces we’re alive. It makes our lives into a motion picture experience,
though sometimes we’d prefer to be in the theatre than on set before the
cameras of life.

Uncertainty is meant to be
blessing. When we chase it with curiosity instead of fear all of life becomes
revealed as an adventure.

When Under Attack

There are three responses we have
in responding to an attack. We fight back and, therefore, have panicked. We
submit and, again, have panicked. The third option is wise in both its
innovation and unpredictability. The third option finds the middle ground
between fight and flight, and it finds a way to surprise its attacker—but not
in a bad way.

It’s normal, as a human being, to
panic when we’re attacked. But so long as we can conceive the ability to
transform the attack, removing its sting, disarming its negative power, we’re
only one executed step from overcoming our fear. Once we’ve designed our
response within our minds we can practice it with our hands.

***

There are many forms of panic, but
many more forms of calm resistance. Knowing what panics us, understanding how
it comes, predicting its presence, and being ready to respond; courage is
required, yes, but planning and imagination also. Transforming and
re-channelling the energy in panic is simpler, for most of us, than we think.

You can do anything you want.
Though we often feel controlled by others and our circumstances, the reality is
we are the
ones who choose. It’s us and us alone. This can be easily tested.

We do this thing before us or we
don’t—though there seems no choice, what we do is our choice. We choose it; we
always have and we always will. We can refuse but there are often consequences.

Reframing Our Vision

By taking the time to notice the
reality in the concept of our freedom, that which is actualised by choice, life
takes on a fresh meaning. Sure, we have people relying upon us, and we even
rely upon ourselves to do things toward the achievement of our goals, but we
have control.

Now, there’s a great paradox to
this control; we actually fear freedom—which gives us the ability to be
responsible for our decisions, our actions, the things we’re accountable for;
the things that history will note us liable for. We cringe under such
responsibility at times.

Where we can conceive the
knife-edge reality, that we both crave and fear our freedom, we stand with the
possibility of reframing our vision. On the one hand what we crave we actually
have, though it’s more natural to think we don’t have it. On the other hand we
don’t imagine it consciously at all, but we fear our freedom; not linking the
immense responsibility we have in being free.

As we reframe our vision, noting
what we crave we actually have and not fearing our responsibilities because
achieving them is routine, we have instant access to a meaningful freedom.
Freedom works for us on both hands.

Symbolising Our Freedom

What we need is a daily reminder,
even moment by moment, as we remember within our conscious thinking how free we
are.

Some people carry an Ebenezer
stone on them in remembrance of God’s faithfulness as Samuel did (1 Samuel
7:12). Other people carry upon their hearts an image or a liberating quote in
their minds—they meditate on these. Others again have freeing routines that
remind them their time is sacrosanct. Others, further, have discreet places
where they become themselves to themselves.

By choice is freedom. By choice,
and the use our imaginations, we decree what we will do. And beyond feeling
controlled, we can feel in control just in the way we think. Even when, by our
responsibilities, we must choose a certain way, we’re free to be responsible.

It’s enormously liberating to know
how much personal control we have; to decide in congruence with what a mature
person would decide. There’s much pleasure in that as only we’d feel it.

***

Freedom isn’t as abstract a concept
as we think. Within the boundaries that make up our lives we have indefinite
freedom; freedom to love, to succeed, to fail, to have our opinions. There’s
enough freedom in life to feel free, yet not too much to feel out of control.
It is this way if we believe it to be this way.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Beyond positive psychology there’s eternal truth within the fact that problems are good. Problems generate stimulus for change; to provoke responses against paralysis. If it weren’t for problems we would barely live. Problems only become problematic when they exhaust our resources to cope. And overcoming our troubles builds those resources.

Problems reveal, very much, issues of our state- and position-of-mind. How we tackle our problems, and whether we do or not, depends again on those resources we have for resiliency. The resilient person doesn’t quite know how to give up. They recognise their problems, but they feel compelled to improvise, adapt and overcome them.

Troubles become impetus for their meaning for life. Their lives are made richer because of them. Everyone can develop in this resiliency.

When Problems Become The Source Of Opportunities

Depending on our personalities we may or may not see the veracity of this argument. But it pays handsomely to respect the logic that overcomes in life; if we didn’t, it might leave us defeated for an effective response, because we all have problems; they’re daily occurrences.

Converting situations we deem as problematic into opportunities to be overcome isn’t just the belief in and employment of pop psychology.

Actually identifying our problems, and creating opportunities to overcome them, those that wouldn’t otherwise present, is a lot more complex than the naysayers understand. Those not buying into the ‘rubbish’ of resiliency live stoically foolish lives, when they could just as easily employ such efforts for faith in tackling the truth—problems are there to be overcome.

The reason some relish problems as opportunities is they have faith in a simple fact. They believe in the goodness of life. They view life in simple, non-insidious terms, where smoke and mirrors are irrelevant and metaphors for life are productive. They insist on keeping their perspective. And they refuse to believe everything their imaginations can create. They learn to test everything.

Taking Life On

Notwithstanding the myriad nature of problems, their source, magnitude, and complexity, there’s very little sense in not taking life on. Even when life appears impossible, a miniature mustard seed of faith is all that’s required to test the overcoming way and find its truth appealing.

And though there’s the risk of courage required to engage the current nemesis, any lack of courage is taken as an instant admission of defeat. In a life where courage becomes simply a tool we choose to use or not, acknowledging that risk is present whether we use courage and not, and there’s little reason or logic not to be courageous, we may stand convinced. And better for us if we do.

***

Problems define all our lives—from beginning to end and all between. Overcoming our problems requires little more effort than pretending they’re not there. When procrastination makes way for a plan, and resources and time are committed, we can overcome any problem.

When we understand the purpose of life—that we’re destined to grow—we see that problems are the fertiliser fortifying our growth.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Red letter days, by definition, are very important days. Beyond broad definitions, though, my red letter days are days of Sabbath rest, where I get to be a hermit, but within communal surroundings. I am refreshed by visiting places of my past.

Red letter days, as you are concerned, are any day of significant conception that happens periodically—for rejuvenation. They happen often enough that we look forward to them and ponder them in reflection with warmth of heart afterwards.

One Such Red Letter Day

A short rail trip on a high-speed train got me far enough away from home to be on holiday—even for a day. Within 30 minutes I found myself walking through the outskirts of another city—an old hometown. The sense of déjà vu and freedom was palpable, as I praised God vocally and from within my being, walking briskly another 30 minutes to my destination.

Carrying very little but some reading and writing material I felt free and unencumbered. My chief aim was to get far from familiarity and just ‘be’. Being in nature helps. Being close to water, near trees and a breeze, with a coffee shop close by, is my idea of heaven on earth.

One skinny cappuccino and an orange and poppy seed muffin and a casual read of the newspaper may sound basic enough, but it’s luxury of historic convenience to me. Many times several years ago I would do just this thing, at this place, and to come back and relive those times was bliss.

I find that my red letter day experiences centre on coffee and food.

There’s a small traffic bridge close by where fishermen go for their daily catch; it’s quiet and serene and vision of the calm waters before me are therapy for my soul. Suddenly another vision captures my vague attention; without thought I’m scribbling away in my little notepad, and after several pages I draw spiritual breath, satisfied that I’ve taken down what God brought me under this bridge to give me.

With the sense of engaging relief, I ponder a meal—pizza, vegetarian. Sandwiched between ordering and pick up is 10 quiet minutes in a park setting under a tree observing birds. One seagull and one crow captivate my imagination; these birds have talked to me.

What better after a meal than to enjoy a sweet siesta under trees in a popular park with shoes off? A 15 minute nap is enjoyed, and the alertness thereafter evermore.

Time, now, for ice cream—3-scoop Sundae (flavours of chocolate and hot fudge) watching the activity on the water. Then time to walk for the train home—good exercise.

How Does Yours Go?

Whatever activities we choose to partake in on our red letter days might be beside the point; the desired material is a feeling of space and freedom and, perhaps like me, a sense of déjà vu. Whether it’s time alone or time with others is individual choice. Whatever brings us a feeling of engagement with ourselves helps us to feel refreshed.

Somehow we know, deep within or very consciously, what our particular red letter day consists of. Better still to employ the imagination upon planning. We’re the boss!

Red letter days are cool, stimulating and sufficient, seasoned with charm, and resplendently peaceful. In them we redeem bliss. That’s the only rule—they must be enjoyable. Wise are we to intersperse them within our busy lives. To be available for others we need to be available within ourselves—connected to the heart of God.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Time waits for no person and sits momentarily yet ceaselessly, at its set apportioned place, in the midst of our circumstance-of-state, in the present. The present cannot be grasped, either by possession or understanding.

The moment comes to us by thought or experience or deed or opportunity, missed or taken, and then goes, as it gives way to the next moment in the chain of events which, when strung together, are the corpus of our lives.

Times In Terms Of The Past

And if only we could, by capacity and will and planning, possess each moment, by the material of memory, what a possession we would have!

But far from being given everything, we’ve the potential to take whatever we can recall and possess it in a moment, for a moment. It pays to build the capacity of memory.

Over the entirety of our lives this library of available memory exists—and it’s more than we could ever handle.

So much for the past—what’s gone—what can never ‘be’ again, unless by re-creation (a thing having at least two meanings).

Times In Terms Of The Present

Time, in terms of the present, is where time truly exists. It cannot, by truth, exist elsewhere.

Beyond memories of past and plans for the future, both borrowing from history and the imagination, sits a translucent commodity—one, again, we cannot have the whole of.

But, in some contexts, we do.

We’re sown fully into life by the fact we’re every bit here, alive, functioning in this world. Our moments have a pungent reality about them nobody can deny.

We do, in fact, possess each moment, but the possession is deeply conditional—at terms we also cannot deny. We stand, by fact of our presents, in the unparalleled position of possessing nothing but, at the same time, possessing all things.

I mean, how would we describe life to an onlooker who’s never lived? We couldn’t find the words or image or any narrative to convey the limited fullness of it. Many understandings in this life conspire against us, but the understanding of the limited fullness of time is one motivating many a correct thought and deed in dealing with an existential enigma. The limited fullness of time communicates a paradox, and if we can understand it much better are our lives.

Time In Terms Of The Future

This brings us to paradigms of the future: the only place borne of true hope, for the present hope is always dogged, to some degree, by anxiety for the lived condition.

Our futures fuel our presents. If not, we couldn’t go on. If we’ve never been loved, we live for the day, still coming, when we will be. The future holds faithful to our hope. Only when we despair of the future, completely, do we lose all sense of meaning. But, realistically, there’s always hope, because the future is so uncertain.

***

The past gives us our meaning and the future gives us our hope, in a world where the present is all we have. Making sense of time is utilising the productive past and hoping, effervescently, for a good future, whilst retaining control over what we have: the present.

Friday, March 23, 2012

How often are we misrepresented? To be remembered a certain way, as being categorically ‘us’, is a transgression against many of us—but those who’d remember us incorrectly ought to be forgiven for not knowing.

The truth is, whilst we are, at any given time, in our bodies, we may be, at any time, out of our comparative minds, broken-hearted, or dispirited. This is an incomprehensible lack, the likes of which we have no answer for.

And just as well, for if even one had the answer where would that leave the rest of us, backwashed against the harrowing business of living vanquished of desire. Not only would that be unacceptable, but reprehensible to boot.

Fortunately the human condition is home to lack; times, fleeting and lasting, in which we’re not okay. But... it should also be said...

Depression’s Okay

Despite the pain involved, the state of depression, though ghastly to the extremes, is a fundamentally acceptable condition for anyone in the position of being human. It proves us normal, thinking, feeling, responding persons.

This is not about saying depression or depressive episodes should be left as they are. By no means!

But there’s a point at which we accept depression is normal, as part of the human experience. It touches far too many to not be. Not only are depression and depressive episodes to be destigmatised, but they’re to be accepted, indeed welcomed, in the folklore of phenomena—life happens and we cope the best way we can. Sometimes it’s enough; sometimes it’s not. In all of it we’re learning.

Is it our fault one of an unlimited number of painful things has occurred to us? No, it could never truly be. Could it just be that Jesus, in John 16:33 and other such verses, is giving us a spiritual ally in the cases of depression? Here Jesus reminds us that he has overcome the world; that faith in his name is sometimes the only way through.

Experiences Of Being

The halcyon state is pure ‘being’. What a hard thing to describe and how much harder, again, to experience.

But being encapsulates whatever ‘is’ about us, just now, and it faithfully accepts a safe place within itself, beyond estranging fear—even though stimuli for such fear is experientially present. The fear doesn’t affect us so much. Oh, this is a salubrious thought—and to stay here, bliss! Nothing can overwhelm us.

So, where is this going in the context of feeling not okay?

Sometimes the experience of pain feels good, beyond a sadistic delight—only when we know the pain’s good for us. Stretching a tired muscle can be painful, but that pain reminds us that we’re doing a good thing for the muscle.

Likewise, when we feel to the outer edges of our being, even when we’re depressed, we know that by tapping into our real issues, the future will go well, eventually, for us. Good is being made out of the present challenges.

***

Given the commonality of depressive episodes, could it just be that such pain will work, eventually, for our good? There’s a purpose beyond all such mental ills. Just now, though, we invest whatever energy we have in just being real. God will do the rest.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Is there a connection between the hustle and bustle of life and a lack of gentleness we’d otherwise wish to embody? That’s the thesis here; that the gentler worldview can only be nurtured when life is made to slow down.

The gentler worldview forces us to relax. When we seek to be gentle our decision-making is influenced positively and we wrest a personally-available control. Genteel, as is our encroaching way, we begin to care by actualisation. By our gentleness we begin to reject parts of the busy world and its hold over us.

***

Flitting here, flitting there,

Shouting fear, cannot care,

Not now; perhaps not ever.

Life’s run thin, no time to spare,

A deafening din, no climb to dare,

But... stop... now... be gentler.

***

Like most poems, they need to be unpacked.

Most of us relate with the ‘flitting here, flitting there’ nature. In just trying to keep up, in trying not to fail, and by trying not to forget, inwardly we’re shouting in fear; we cannot care when we feel this way—out of control. And whilst we continue peddling on the mouse-wheel of life there’s no real chance for the gentler us to emerge.

A life like this is run thin; like an internal combustion engine running lean for fuel, we are starved of the quality that brings any meaning for life. A life run thin has no time to spare. At times like this life’s a deafening din; a humming mirage of unhelpful noise. We would hardly climb to dare, by faith, with such an onerous worldview.

When Time Comes To STOP – Going A Gentler Way

By noticing how futile the busy life has become... we stop. We take the time to reassess life. We bow out of the rat race for long enough to get perspective.

At such a time when clarity re-emerges, we perhaps note that being gentler within ourselves and within our world is tending toward a more controlled life. With courage we take the bit between our teeth and we propose and execute some adjustments. Our genteel approach is marked in a higher sense of maturity; we begin to respect ourselves, our environment, and other people significantly. Time is no longer the enemy. We’ve made space, daily, and within our moments, for a gentle frame of mind and a calmer heart. ‘Gentle’ is now a byword.

***

An out-of-control life compels us to a gentler worldview. Being gentle with ourselves helps us be gentle in our environment and with others. Being gentle and calm we enjoy significant control. Life is happier, better, and more meaningful.